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When I was about eleven
It came to the Village was it sent by heaven
We were blessed with our own scout troop
We all joined up one happy group

One winter’s night as we went to scouts
The clouds looked full of snow round abouts
We walked and as the first flake fell
We rushed inside the hall to tell

All those who were gathered there
What was flying through the air?
Everyone went out to see
Then back inside reef knots for me

We played British bulldogs that night
Ended up more like a fight
Two hours later we stepped outside free
You will never guess what we did see

The wind had sped up all night
The road outside was covered white
Only our foot prints through the village trod
Heads down through the wind and snow we did plod

My house was in a lane just beyond the village 
When we entered into the lane we thought there had been a spillage
For suddenly the snow that was only ankle deep
Was up to our waist slowed us down to a creep

We managed to get home and our clothes were wet
This was not the worst of it on that you can bet
My family were up in the roof the snow had blown through the eaves
Was taken out in buckets as we all shivered and hands did freeze

In the morning when I woke I could not go to school
The snow was up level with the hedges it looked rather cool
It only kept us from school one day and that is all
As the big snow blower moved it to quickly I recall  

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  1. Date: 11/22/2012 8:29:00 AM
    so was this a really unusual thing for you? I take it that you rarely see snow. It must have been something, Owen!! this is a very enjoyable poem.

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    Date: 11/23/2012 12:27:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Andrea thanks for the comment, when we were young snow up to the hedges in our lane was commonplace, it used to take three days to get us out with a jcb digger, this meant no school, but then some clever devil invented the snow blower, this could clear the lane in half a day, thats the one that made me cry, no time off school, al the best Owen
  1. Date: 11/19/2012 9:35:00 AM
    This is good Owen. I bet that was some adventure. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla

  1. Date: 11/18/2012 2:16:00 PM
    Enjoyed reading this creative work..That reads like a fun day as a child ...I am glad that I chose this one to read today..Sara

  1. Date: 11/14/2012 7:25:00 PM
    love the way you tell this one ...made me think of the snow as a child, i enjoyed it then, can't stand it as an adult....anyway great poem!

  1. Date: 11/13/2012 6:24:00 PM
    Great story/poem. I especially liked the ending. It sounds like a fun time. Thanks for your comments...Holly Moore

  1. Date: 11/12/2012 1:35:00 PM
    Your a wonderful storyteller/poet. Always smiles and warmth from your work. Michael

  1. Date: 11/12/2012 11:22:00 AM
    Mother nature really can make us suffer when she wants to. But having an extra day off from school always seemed like a good thing at the time.

  1. Date: 11/11/2012 1:18:00 PM
    Ahhh.One of those blowy blunders..But at least you got off of school. :o) You brought me back some happy memories.